That was how I said goodbye to my own mother. No heart-felt farewell, no touching moments... I just walked out. It may seem harsh, but at the time, it seemed like the only way to leave and make my life my own.

So, I spent nearly all of my money on a plane ticket to London. That was where I would start a life for myself. Sure, it may have been more logical to go to America, but do you know how carefully they watch the actions of Mexican immigrants there? In London, I would be truly free to make my own decisions. At least, that was the plan.

As soon as I touched down in England, I realized that I was quite hungry. Unfortunately, the food they had in the airport was far too expensive for my budget-- which came out to be 10 pounds. Luckily, I had learned enough English to get me out of the airport and onto the streets of London without trouble.

The rich smell of chocolate wafted towards me as I passed a small café. I couldn't help but look inside. As luck would have it, I observed one of the employees giving out a free chocolate cupcake; "free" was definitely within my price range.

"Hello, Miss? May I have one of those?" I asked the woman behind the counter, pointing at the cupcakes that had called to me from the sidewalk.

"Of course you can, darling," she replied, smiling sweetly. "They're free." I summoned up a smile in response and took one of the pastries, peeling back the paper cup it was wrapped in. Either I was extremely hungry, or that was the best cupcake I had ever tasted.

I began walking out of the café; if I was to find a place to stay before dark, I would have to start looking as soon as possible. Unfortunately, there weren't any hotels nearby, so I had to keep walking as I ate the cupcake. Just as I finished it, I began to feel light-headed. I took a seat on a nearby bench, hoping to keep going as soon as my dizziness passed.

Of course, it only got worse. Within seconds, I had a splitting headache. "Dios mío," I muttered as I rubbed my temples. I couldn't help but recall some of my mother's words from before I left: "¡Este viaje le traer nada más que sufrimiento!" "This trip will bring you nothing but suffering!" If this is what she meant by "suffering," she couldn't have been more accurate.

My vision became blurred as everything began to shift sideways. Before I knew it, I was unconscious. In a foreign country. Alone. Bueno.

Exercise summary

Dr. Griffith, a microbiologist and genetics professor, injects a substance he recently discovered into some cupcakes before being murdered by a terrorist organization known for their deadly biological weapons. That substance is capable of altering human genes --DNA. A group of people acquires strange, supernatural abilities and have become the main targets of the terrorists. They created Trackers to hunt down the "heroes".

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